Shortly after a Top chef candidate took over Le Metropolitain, in the 4th, around October 2011, I went with two fellow food-bloggers and thought it merited only a 3.5/10. Since then, one reliable poster on a reliable food site urged me to reconsider and today I took a trusted, albeit chatty, food and wine connaisseur, with me. We both spent a lot of time looking at the carte and red wine list and decided both were uninteresting and had poor prix/quality ratios. So the menu and a white wine it was. How could we go wrong for 22 E and 24 E respectively?
We found out very quickly: the pressed chicken and foie gras terrine (my friend declared it "one dimensional") was saved only by the two capers served, it needed dozens of them t come alive; then we had the nems of confited veal and layered potato cake - "this is tastier" he said; and finally came a millefeuille of chocolate - at which point he said "average, average, John."
Now disclosure: my friend tends to be a bit of a blabber-mouth and thinks I'm some sort of big deal blogger, which attribution he disclosed to Madame, who rewarded us with two more glasses of the Valencay with dessert.
Our bill with the two menus, good bread, one Valencay and one coffee, was 68 E.
Go again? Not me, even though it was quiet (84.4 dB), partly because the couple next to us looked to be breaking up and rarely talked or looked at each other.
